Christmas was even MORE exiting this year because of all of the blogger cookie swaps going on around the country. As you know, I already received not one, but THREE packages of cookies for the Great Food Blogger Cookie Swap, but even more goodness was yet to come. That’s right, ladies and gents (if there are any of you reading), December’s Foodie Pen Pal box also arrived, just in time for the holidays!I was so happy to be paired up with Hannah, not only because I’m jealous of someone so musically talented,* but because she sent me an incredible package of treats.
*I was told once that I had great promise as a pianist…but did you know the to be great, you have to actually practice?
I already told y’all about coming home to another jar of PB&Co.’s Dark Chocolate Dreams and laughing hysterically,* as I had just spent 24 hours discussing its wonder-taste and eating it in the car.
*Code for: chuckled silently, as I am one of those people who doesn’t laugh out loud when watching TV, or in the company of only myself.
In yet another twist of strange psychic tendencies, Hannah also included a package of Pepperidge Farm Sesame Sticks, which I at one time had in my possession–but never actually ate–and then gave to the National Association of Letter Carrier’s Stamp Out Hunger food drive in May.
Did she also know that I am always cold and in the winter hate to go to bed without first curling up with a hot, (decaffeinated) mug of something yummy?
Did her ESP extend to the knowledge of my proclivity towards peppermint bark making? [And the fact that I have had repeated conversations with people this holiday season about making their own at home?]
Of course, the REAL treasures were inside of these adorable holiday tins.
When Hannah had initially asked about my dietary restrictions, I told her I was still trying to figure out about my lactose issues, so not to worry too much about it (just not to send me a gallon of milk or anything). Upon opening the first tin, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Gooey Butter Cookies?!? I honestly thought I was the only person to ever make these.*
*Occasionally I have a heightened sense of my own importance. (Although, to be fair, one of my friend’s little sisters still talks about them five years later.)
I’m sorry to say that after discovering I might not be able to handle dairy as well as I thought, I figured eating a cookie involving so much butter and cream cheese might not be the best idea. But seriously, it was VERY difficult to resist. As soon as you opened the tin, the aroma of pure cookie essence drifted out and created a crazy craving experience. [My dad and grandmother took VERY good care of them. Don't worry, y'all! ]
And then, the psychic connection between us went to even more intense places. First, she must have known about my love for cute cookie tins.*
*I have a collection of old (“vintage”?) tins, by the way. If you ever want to get me a present, I’ll accept those…along with aprons.
Of course, who WOULDN’T love a tin that reminds you to be joyful every time you eat a cookie?
But inside were “Crack” Cookies! You might remember these as the bars I call “White Trash Toffee” that I tried to recreate for Brother Smart on his birthday, but forgot to make the “toffee” (i.e. left out the crucial buttering step).* Oh, yum, yum, Miss Hannah!
*Again, in a state of heightened self-importance–this time in relation to my family–I thought we were the only people to ever think of this.
Want to receive your own Blogger Pen Pal package in January?
(Like the one I sent to Ashley, as shown below.)Please send an email to Lindsay at email@example.com and include the following information:
-Your full name
-Your email address
-Your blog name/address
-Your twitter handle (if applicable)
She will need to hear from you by January 4th as pairings will be emailed on January 5th!